Take Me Back, Mi Amore
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Last published Sat, May 10, 2025
Things are getting complicated since I met you. I do not want to assume but this was the destiny referring to. I thought bidding farewell was good as I always did but right now, I guess bidding a goodbye isn't good. Because I can't even dare to speak and just leave my mouth half open. My mind was blank that I couldn't think straight. It seems that my voice are nowhere to be found. There's this saying, "It is easy to say 'hello' but hard to say 'goodbye'." Because it is. I am hesitating to leave you because I was once fell to a trap made by the victim. And now, the victim was the only one who fell not the victim-to-be who was baited by myself.
Tell me, how can I survive from falling and drowning to this trap if the only one who can save me was the one who does not want to be my savior?
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